Hollow Point And Whiskey

Heavenly stood where faith fell and the last
Angels bow, chest deep in shit
Heavenly stood where faith fell and the last
Angels bow, chest deep in shit

I hate love, I hate love
We're fucking for the right people
We're changing, we're changing
We're bound boys
We're cutting, we're cutting
A spectacle boys

The room is more than I feel and I wanna see
So I burn me out and I wish to breathe